The minister was walking in the hallway and suddenly he felt the cold steel blade at his throat. He froze in place, not daring to look and his body started to shake. A voice echoed in his ear:
-The next time you speak your mind about my life, is the day you die. Is it Clear?
He nodded still shaking and his voice could not get out of his throat. Will she kill him? He did not know and was not sure about what to think. She was so unpredictable and he was so dead.
-Please.... he found some voice and thought about begging for his life. His eyes were still closed and there was no one that could help him right at that moment and right there. He was so going to die he thought.
He opened his eyes slowly, thinking he should throw himself at her feet begging for forgiveness. But there was no o
